I spent the entire weekend helping Dr. Bob at the Three Rivers Art Festival. I was kinda worried at first about hangin out with Dr Bob since we can both get unruly. But because of the tiresome work at the show and the lack of places to go tear up it was basically no problem. He is the wildman from the swamp and has more stories than mother goose.
Today we are moving all of our newly aquired stuff to NOLA and we are throwing out the old shit as we go. The devastation was definatly an invitation to rebirth. Even though our belongings were unharmed, we purchase some furniture because we did not know what we going back to. We got a new bedroom set (looks like it should be at a bread and breakfast all matchy and shit) and some other needed goods. I am excited and overwhelmed with the changes but at the same time I am ready to embrace it.